Joe Garita was 89 years old when he passed away. You might have seen him over the years in his Merri Creek market garden working amid his broad beans. Joe has grown vegetables in Coburg since his parents bought the land from Chinese market gardeners in 1945. On that small patch Joe and his wife, Jean, raised seven children and saw the city grow around them. One by one the neighbouring market gardens and dairies that fed the first European settlers turned into houses until finally Joe’s hectare of vegetables was the last market garden in inner-Melbourne; an island of beans, chicory, tomatoes and rapa surrounded by a sea of tin and tile roofs.
A freeway down the Merri was proposed and fought off, supermarkets grew, corner grocers began to disappear and soon many small farmers went with them. But Joe patiently kept planting his crops, kept taking the harvest to Footscray wholesale market on his old flat-bed Toyota.
In 2003 with an eye on retirement Joe began handing over his market garden to CERES. He gave it over a couple of rows at a time – it took three years until he had passed on the whole farm. I didn’t get it at the time but came to realise that he was giving CERES an apprenticeship of sorts, making sure we’d know how to take care of the land he’d stewarded for 60 years. When that was done he kept helping, leading the way, gently pointing out what he saw then leaving it up to us to either learn from his advice or repeat our mistakes.
I learned many things from Joe about being a good farmer but I think I learned more from him about being a good person. He was a forgiving man and despite the many hard things that had happened in his life, he just got on with what was in front of him. When I got mad at people for stealing our zucchinis or broad beans he would brush it off with a story and an infectious giggle that would always turn my frown into a smile.
In the few weeks before he died a stream of family and friends came to say goodbye, to hold his hand, hug him and hear him say “Hey…” in the special welcoming way he had. Joe was a big tree in our community he sheltered and nurtured many. Now he has fallen it is plain to see the space he filled in our lives. I can’t think of the Merri Creek market garden without thinking of the man and even though CERES has been farming there for many years I will always think of this place as Joe’s garden.
Written by Chris Ennis